sun in an empty room
Restless every time I wake
Negotiating with my feet to move
Aching at the thought of sitting up
Shifting my weight on my right
Stepping my feet down on the cold
Pressing my bones straight
As I stand for the first
Staggering to the door
Turning the knob
As the gust of wind blew through
The cracked passage
I peeked one eye for sight
To bear witness
Of the outside decay
That is growing
Now Its time to close
And tiptoe back into
And forget today
And start a new
Another day
—QWEEN
